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Bone Thugs N Harmony - "Mo Murda"
Lyrics to Mo Murda : Mo murda, mo murda come, come again. Krayzie: Dear Mr. Ouija, Let em know who the boss is, so nigga, you wanna get tossed in the river' Nigga, put em in the mud, steady blood. Nigga, no love. Me show with the Bone, when I grab that chrome, gonna hawk ya down. Follow me roll, stroll down East Ninety-nine. Gotta find these roll hoes. Nigga, if you woke up and all of a sudden, nigga, you was off in my hood, Im a real thuggish nigga, so a I would have to kill ya so die. I throw ya to the coffin, pick up my pump, dump chumps in the gutter. Pain, nigga got too fucked up. Bang. Takin no shit, so fuck you, man. Claim my thang to slain them bloody bodies. Kill em all. Send them hoes up in flames. Krayzie insane to the brain. Hey, we slay niggas who think we play. Nigga, me deadly with the gun, (we shoot, they be dead), and Bone runnin with the gun, steady buckin, leavin them bodies dumped off alley for dead. "Im here. Kill em all. Mo murda, mo murda," thats what Ouija said. Gotta put one in your head. Bang. We comin to serve ya. Mo murda, mo murda, mo murda, mo murda, mo murda, mo murda. Mo murda, mo murda come, come again. Layzie: Wanna die of murder, bloody mo murda, livin in the Land of the Heartless, comin up daily' Until-a me murder them all, Im never gonna fall, so I murder them, baby. Get em up with a me thugs, see em on the corner, and they slackin them drugs. Givin up shots out to the glock-glock: eighty-eight through the ten-five, them killas be pumpin them slugs. Niggas be fiendin, me dealin, (they thought I spit) twelve gauge eruption, and I m on a road destruction, and steady me buckin, about ta be bustin Me killa with a buckshot. Im a peel ya. #1 Assassins still the realer nigga down for my crime. Niggas be down, tryin to stay to the grind. Niggas is goin insane, takin a shot to the brain, and man. So, call it a shame, but what be the thang up off this murder game' And Im feelin not a bit remorseful. My twelve gauge just so forceful. So, playa hate when Im in ya town, a nigga me buckin em down. And Im givin up peace to the hustlas, thugstas, and twelve gauge pumpstas. Drug em in gutters, mo murda me style, now, put em on the ground, lay down. Nigga, check my thang, the way that we swang, when Im comin to serve ya with a nine cocked, and its ready to pop, lettin off shots, Layzie be screamin out, "Murda, mo murda." Mo murda, mo murda come, come again. Wish: Gotta kill, get em, nowhere to run, cant get away from my shotgun, leavin them bodies fucked up. Pump, pump to the ground, better leave it alone. Nigga, wanna die when fuckin with Mo Thug, nigga, we killed this bitch' Now you wanna catch some bang, bang' Nigga wanna die when I let my nuts hang' What is it in me make me feel like I gotsta murder ya' You slip when Im high, pullin my trigger, and nigga you die, soldier. Four killas, we creepin and comin to hurt ya, mo murder. Better pack that five, Im feelin like killin, youre dyin tonight. You dont wanna hear that glock pop, when a glock pop, pop dont stop. We all about murda mo, finger on a trigger, Mo Thug let go. We straight from Cleveland, clack back, nigga youre bleedin. You dont wanna fuck with Bone, pullin that chrome. Now, nigga, youre gone. If you wanna die, bye. See you in gutter, let mama cry. Watch Mo Thug killas pump, pump, put em in the ground with his head blown gone. Mo murda, mo murda, mo murda. Mo murda, mo murda come, come again. Bizzy: Eternally thugsta style, wanna die of murda, now' East ninety-nine, follow me, grind, and all descendin their body underground, way down. Me ride and everyone dies, and Im runnin with my killas and all of my thuggish-ruggish niggas, no lies. Druggin up bloody mo victims, get em, get em, thatll be little RIPsta, sinister, kill yall, put em in a river, bodies shiver, fuck that nigga. Hit em up, inside mines be blowin up, Im dumpin. Remember: me spray em, slay em, gauge em, layin em up off in a coffin, ready to fade em, to buck or to shoot with the twelve gauge eruptions, creep out your seat, would ya' We come to stay, found out none of my niggas was bluffin. For the love of the murder, man, the murder game, the same, but a bang, bang, bang. Cant resist to bump you, now pow, runnin em all off. St. Clair thugs stay down for the murder mo, oh no, ho, when a thugsta stroll, forty-fours still pointed at the po-pos, stop em, drop em, numb those til they out cold, they froze. You know, nigga, we cant be bluffin. We bang insane. When I put one to ya, droppin mo murda, then blow out your brain. Mo murda, mo murda come, come again. Come bloody murda. [ Mo Murda Lyrics ]
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